Super Gene Chapter 3454 - Overdraft

"I simply cannot believe that you are truly capable of replicating a Universe-class power," the Human King remarked, unconvinced. He was skeptical that Bao’er could genuinely mirror his own formidable talents. Edging closer, he sought to witness just how accurately she could mimic his abilities.

Remarkably, the intensity of their clashes appeared dampened, seemingly tied to the limits of their physical vessels. The hazy purple glow lacked its usual sharp edge.

However, the true danger lay in the nature of their strikes, which inflicted damage that defied standard recovery. In the fabric of space hung a deep, purple fissure. It appeared permanent; despite the universe’s innate ability to heal itself, this scar refused to vanish.

To an ordinary elite, the combat would have been nothing more than a blur. They could only see two indistinct, violet shadows battling across the cosmos; only a handful of individuals possessed the clarity to track the pair’s movements.

"Ling’er, how is Littleflower?" Wang Yuahang and the others rushed to the side of the boy, who lay unconscious and clinging to life. A jagged, bloody wound in his chest continued to hemorrhage relentlessly.

Everyone gathered attempted to channel their powers to mend Littleflower, but whenever their energy touched him, it was violently repelled by a clinging purple mist. Their efforts proved futile, succeeding only in causing the comatose boy to wince in pain.

"Damn it all!" Tang Zhenliu spat out in a frenzy. "Where is San Mu? If he doesn't return soon, his own biological son is going to perish because of the beating he just endured."

He wasn't placing the blame on Han Sen; he was merely venting his frustration at his own utter helplessness in the face of the tragedy.

"Stand aside! If you lack the skill to heal him, get out of the way. Let me take charge of Littleflower." As Han Yufei approached the fallen child, the others instinctively retreated. She knelt to assess his condition.

Within the Geno Hall, Crape Myrtle and the God Spirits watched the confrontation between Bao’er and the Human King with bated breath. "Hall Leader, while Bao’er hasn't yet reached Universe-class, she is mimicking those powers regardless," the Light Goddess observed, clearly shaken. "How is this possible? Is it truly because of those sunglasses she wears?"

Crape Myrtle’s expression grew peculiar. "If my memory serves, those shades belonged to the old leader. I had no idea they possessed such a capability." "Could that really be true?" The Light Goddess and the other spirits peered closer. Indeed, the pair looked identical to the ones the old leader had favored. Just like Crape Myrtle, nobody else had realized the glasses held such immense power.

Moment God, struggling to comprehend the duel, ventured, "With identical physiques and powers, I suspect Bao’er holds the advantage to defeat the Human King."

"Theoretically, anyone could claim victory. When bodies and powers are identical, the original form should technically hold the edge. However, the Human King's vessel has fused with the soul and body of Qin Xiu, and he has only just achieved Universe-class status—he is still mastering it. It is difficult for us to predict the victor."

As they debated, Crape Myrtle monitored the battle in the void. He managed a strained, bitter smile. "Regardless of which contestant wins, the universe has sustained wounds that may never heal. Holes will only continue to tear open as they fight."

Chaos watched the struggle with a strange sense of unease. She recognized the glasses as belonging to the old leader; he had worn them constantly before inexplicably abandoning them. She hadn't connected the dots initially, thinking they were mere eyewear. Seeing them on Bao’er, she finally grasped their terrifying potential: they possessed the ability to simulate Universe-class strength. This development caught her completely off guard.

Both Chaos and Crape Myrtle could perceive subtle distinctions between the fighters, and they seemed encouraged by the turn of events.

Moon God watched the skirmish as well. Despite her immense power, she struggled to discern the details clearly. "What is happening?" she asked Tai Yi.

"Bao’er is seizing the initiative," Tai Yi replied.

"It appears the old leader’s daughter is the superior fighter," Moon God mused. "Her genes are naturally superior to the Human King, who was always just a failed experiment. It is a pity for the Human King to have endured so much suffering."

Tai Yi shook his head. "Bao’er is destined to lose."

"Why?" Moon God asked, startled.

"She hasn't truly attained Universe-class," Tai Yi explained. "Using those glasses to emulate the Human King is an extreme drain. She cannot maintain this state for long."

"If that is the case, what is to be done? The Geno Hall has remained stagnant. Surely Crape Myrtle won't just stand by while Bao’er fights alone? Is the old man prepared to go down with her?" Moon God frowned.

"He understands the gravity of the situation better than anyone, but he also understands who will ultimately prevail," Tai Yi countered. "Even figures of our stature require another half-step to advance. We cannot engage a true Universe-class opponent. To intervene now would be nothing short of suicide."

"So, he is content to sit idly by and offer no assistance?" Moon God sounded displeased.

"He will act when the time is right," Tai Yi stated. "But he won't be fighting the Human King directly. His duty is to prepare to open the universe."

"Reboot the universe?" Moon God gasped.

"Indeed, he will reboot existence should Bao’er fall," Tai Yi confirmed. "It is his final gambit to stop the Human King. Even then, it is uncertain if it will work. The Human King’s body contains Reboot blood, which might render the process useless against him."

Moon God fell silent, absorbing the weight of his words. If Tai Yi deemed direct intervention by Crape Myrtle pointless, then it truly was. Now, all they could do was pray for Bao’er not to fail.

The Human King could scarcely believe he was being pressured like this. Even though Bao’er was only simulating his own attributes, he felt as though he were on the losing end of the exchange. Bao’er wielded his own techniques more elegantly than he did, as if she had mastered them from birth.

Pang!

The Human King’s cosmic power fractured. Bao’er’s hands, sharp as blades, sliced through his defenses, carving a long gash across his chest. "Victory!" Chaos’s heart soared, but her hope was instantly swallowed by a crushing despair. Following that strike, Bao’er should have pressed her advantage to finish the Human King. Instead, she abruptly shed her copied form, reverting to the shape of a young child. Though she still wore the sunglasses, they had lost their luster. Her body appeared as though she had been drenched in water, and her face was so deathly pale it seemed as if she might collapse at any moment.

Her weakened state made the massive exhaustion of her reserves plain to see.

Seeing this, the Human King was emboldened, losing no time to hesitate. He poured his remaining strength into a devastating punch aimed at the vulnerable Bao’er. The violet energy, carrying a singular, destructive brilliance, surged toward her.

Bao’er, drained of all energy, could not dodge the incoming strike. "Don't!" Han Ling’er and Chaos shrieked in unison, but they were powerless to interfere. The clash between Bao’er and the Human King had already drifted far beyond the borders of the Space Garden.